October 2019

had a thought recently
how it’s all
ones and zeroes passing through
and love is when
sequence after sequence
floating in a void
of black, soundless nothing
1 & 0 & 1 & 0 and

all the sudden
there’s colors
so bright
& songs you’ve never heard
pulling you someplace
that’s cut you open inside
1s and 0s like dreams

and when you wake up
scents have become memories
and there’s a light in you
like the burn in your gut
staring down
the edge of a cliff

funny how they call it falling